chapter 2 (part 2)

stared, mouth agape.

"Alright, I know even you can't eat that," Liv said.

"Oh, it's not for me," Emma replied, devilishly. "It's yours."

"WHAT?!" Liv practically screamed.

"I can't eat it. I'm allergic to pork," giggled Emma.

"No, you're n-," Liv was interrupted by a solemn Laurie.

"Now miss, allergies are no joke. They say that's how my dear Mama Joan died. She was allergic to Jews."

"Huh?"

"E njoy your meal!" Laurie strutted away.

Liv stared daggers into Emma. "Listen. I'm not gonna be a huge butterball. I'm gonna be thicker."

"All you've had today is a tuna salad for lunch and some cream. Heavy cream won't fatten you up, just bloat you," Emma said, lying.

"I hate you," Liv seethed, pulling the sandwich's plate closer. She eyed it, wincing at every fatty slice of beef.

"If you can't fit your tiny mouth around it, just cut it in half and eat it sideways," Emma jested.

"Shut up!" Liv bit through the bun, through onions, and through brisket. She chewed. "It's really tender..." she said. A dollop of barbecue sauce fell to her shirt, not to Liv's notice.

"Forgive me yet?"

"Maybe."

For someone so full, Liv was plowing through her sandwich. Emma could only watch as the thick slabs of meat fell into her tiny friend's disproportionally bloated belly. The space between her buttons expanded, showing her reddened gut's skin. She could her it groan, begging for mercy. It was already huge from earlier, but by the end of this meal, it would be gigantic. Liv was halfway finished before she put it down, leaning back into her cushioned seat. She rubbed her gut, which was covered by her now skin-tight shirt.

"Ahh... too full..." Liv groaned. She really couldn't take it this time. Emma walked past the table and sat next to her unbelievably stuffed friend.

"It's alright, you can finish," Emma said, beginning to rub her aching belly. She massaged it.

"Oh god, your hands feel so great... keep going..."

Emma got carried away and started admiring the size and tightness of her belly. She grabbed the bottom of it with both hands, wobbling it up and down.

"I can still feel the cream this huge stomach... I'm such a ***..." Liv moaned quietly to herself, breathing heavily. "So plump... like a prize pig," she kept going, thinking Emma couldn't hear her. "I can be bigger..." Liv picked up the sandwich, devouring it.

"Good lord, you've definitely changed," said Emma, biting her lip. As she finished her mammoth sandwich, her buttoned shirt had enough. A loud pop. A button flew across the table.

"There goes that shirt..." Liv said. She pulled her shirt up over her potbelly. "Not like it's illegal," she thought.

"Liv, you look- and I mean this in the best way possible," Emma drooled. "You look like you're super pregnant. Like... you shoved a beach ball down your throat."

Liv bit her lip looking at her own gargantuan gut. It ballooned. So rotund, so smooth on her hands. On her 4'11" frame, it simply looked gigantic. It dominated her. Laurie walked back to their table.

"Well, looks like y'all had fun."



Back at Liv's house, the two retired to their couch.

"What a night," exclaimed Emma to her bloated friend.

"Yeah... God, I can't believe you let me do this to myself. I practically have to bow to walk, I'm so huge it's insane," she whined. "I feel soo good though... it's so sexy..."

Emma pounced on her chance.

"Yeah... you're huge, alright. What'll Ben say? He wants a thicker girl, not a cow," Emma said, seductively. Lust filled her eyes. She held Liv's stomach.

"You're right... I look like such a pig right now." Liv laid flat, and her ginormous, smooth belly reached to the sky. Emma slid her finger into her belly button. Liv whimpered. "I'm really sensitive there, okay?" she breathed. Emma reached her mouth towards her innie, drooling in it. The warmth and moistness on her taut tummy felt euphoric. Liv's hand cupped a fraction of it. "I feel like a beached whale... I can't even move..."

"You don't have to," Emma winked. "I'll have to roll you to school on Monday, won't I? Or would a forklift be easier for someone of your size, fatty?" Normally Liv would be furious for these insults. Her libido had taken over.

Emma's tongue moved down, down, down...